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On My Mind

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Some Positive Thought

A heartfelt duet of piano by Roberto Guerra and voice by the luminous Oddrun Eikli, composed by Francesco Adornetto.

In a world that often trembles under the weight of conflict and noise, love remains our quiet rebellion.
A gesture, a word, a melody — sometimes that’s all it takes to remind someone they’re not alone.

These tender lines, written and sung by the beautiful soul of Oddrun Eikli, carry that reminder — and borrow from the timeless words of Emily Brontë, who left us far too soon, yet gifted the world with her poetry:

“He’s more myself than I am.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
If raindrops were kisses, I’d send you showers.
If hugs were seas, I’d send you oceans.
And if love was a person, I’d send you me.”

Let’s keep sharing love — through notes, through silence, through presence.
Because love is the only thing that grows when it’s given. 💙


#HarmonyOfLove #OddrunEikli #FrancescoAdornetto #RobertoGuerra #EmilyBronte #NewMusic #PoetryInMusic #PianoAndVoice #Neoclassical

Harmony Of Love (vocals by Oddrun Eikli)

A sensual collapse. A cinematic seduction.
“Glory Attack” is back: in the 2025 remastered version (thanks to our friend Francois Rocheleau). Reawakened, sensual, seductive - and more hypnotic than ever!
Retro-futuristic trip-hop laced with soul, desire, and divine temptation.
For midnight moments and forbidden impulses! ❤🎶🌕♈🔥🔥🔥🔥🌊

#GloryAttack #MoonAndAries #ElectroSoul #RnB #Downtempo #Cinematic #Pop

Glory Attack (2025 Remastered)

GLORY ATTACK (2025 Remastered)

MISSING YOU  (From Open Collab Paploviante)
Backing Track:
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/turn-of-time-open-collab-offer
Vocals Leslie (Ghosthack) Missing you
Lillithe:  Mix, Arrangement and Production

Missing you (From Open Collab Paploviante)

Your sky in diamonds
so blue...

You can do everything,
but... you choose pink,
like a seductively painted
cake...

so beautiful...
oh!
and
a happy Hollywood smile

eternal blonde...

and we still...
still succumb...
to your cover...

not realizing
that the Barbie doll

looks
and sees no one...
doesn't cry...
- feels nothing.

inside under the plastic - empty

such beauty will not save this world!

but we still
still are led by the cover...
eternal blonde

we look with delight:

here is Kent and the limousine
at the door
yes
she is Barbie on the outside -
but inside there is nothing...

now...
they are happy
will drive away into the pink sunset. ..
and we will wait for them..
not realizing that
we give them life..
not allowing
them to lie on the shelf with a price tag,

and then we suffer..
and dream..
that this beauty will save
our stupid world

and for now:
eternal blonde - smile!!
you are all - ok!
because we still

still fall in love with your...
cover..

you are so beautiful
ah!

****
твоё небо в алмазах
такое голубое..

ты можешь любой -
но - выбираешь розовый 
как заманчиво раскрашенное
пирожное..

такая красивая ..
ай!
и
голливудская улыбка счастливая

вечная блоонди..

и мы всё ещё — 
всё еще ведёмся..
на твою обложку ..

но барби - кукла: 
смотрит
и никого не видит..
не плачет .. улыбаясь..
-- ничего не чувствуя.
внутри под пластмассой - пусто
....

такая красота не спасёт этот мир

но мы всё ещё 
всё еще ведёмся на обложку..
вечной блоонди

восторженно следим:
вот Кент и лимузин 
у двери
да
она снаружи барби - 
но ничего внутри ..

сейчас..
они счастливые 
уедут в розовый закат. ..
а мы останемся их ждать..
не понимая
что мы
их оживляем..
не позволяя
им на полке с ценником лежать

а потом страдаем.. 
и мечтаем ..
что эта красота спасёт 
наш круглый как
дурак — мир


а пока: 
вечная блондии -- улыбайся !
у тебя всё - о'кей !
ведь мы всё ещё 
всё ещё ведёмся на твою ..
обложку..


ты такая красивая 
ай!
и твоя
улыбка счастливая ..
ты смотришь
ничего не чувствуя...

Barbie

So nice that my longtime collaborator friend @dough-factory has returned to SoundCloud after a break of a couple years! This is our first track working together since then and it came together in a really cool way. I was inspired by Ryan's electronic drums and bass to lay down some rhythm guitar as well as a few synth leads. Then he came up with some awesome lyrics/vocals that I think captures the vibe of this piece quite well.

Keep an eye out for more from us, we are thinking of pulling together a whole album or EP over the coming months.

Dive

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Alto Saxophone solo. Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Steinway & Sons Acoustic Piano Solo. Fender Electric Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Steinway & Sons Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Hammond B3 Electric Organ Rhythm. Drums Full kit Set. Percussion Tambourine, Chimes Mark Tree. Zildjain 22" Ride & Crash Cymbal.

Big Sur

Home Town Bluez

Set Free  by Glenny G ( August 14th 2025 )
A reflective journey exploring a vast length of time that has passed. I thought I would release this one today as food for thought and comments. Cheers from Glenny G

Set Free (Original)

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

Lyrics:

i remember being a kid
and building forts out of sheets 
but then i’d feel so alone
i've always felt so alone

my imagination ran wild
i would get lost for a while 
but then i’d feel so small
i've always felt so small

can anybody hear me?
does anybody really know me? 
why does it feel so lonely? 
even when i’m with a crowd

i remember being a teen
and building tents on my skin
i wore my injuries like armor
i remember being a teen (fuck you! just leave me alone!)

but then i'd feel so alone
drunk as fuck, under mirrorballs
all the parties would turn quiet
and then i'd feel so alone (alone)

did it make me crazy
to dream of horrible things? 
to yearn for the pain to end
by the end of the week?
end of the week?
did it make me weak?

did it make me insane
to wish for better days?
i tried to let it out
but they muffled my screams
muffled my screams
muffled my screams

can anybody hear me?
does anybody really know me? 
why does it feel so lonely? 
even when i’m with a crowd

sometimes i get so scared
of being vulnerable
intimacy
has never been
suitable for me

but i don't want to miss out
on moments
'cause i never allowed myself to be
unfolded

can anybody hear me?
does anybody really know me? 
why does it feel so lonely? 
even when i’m with a crowd

can anybody hear me?
does anybody really know me? 
why does it feel so lonely? 
even when i’m with a crowd

can anybody hear me? (Demo)

A slightly different mix of a track I have posted already. This one has the drums coming in a little earlier in the song. I'll have this mixed properly and mastered at some point.  Lindsey Kay Scott, my daughter,  is singing the lead on this song.

© 2024 Lyrics & Music By Brenda Doss (BMI) and Lindsey Kay Scott (ASCAP)
Another version with the lyrics are here: 
https://on.soundcloud.com/HlK8AfD7cum2rXkYeX

My Home - Remix

My Home - Remix - ft. Lindsey Kay Scott

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Noe0g0Q_T4I

Photography by Lindushka lindushka.com : Solar Calendar, Seoul, South Korea.
Quote by Amanitalinda.

Child of Nature

The magic journey to the wooden spoon  (Extended Version - Mix 2025)

The magic journey to the wooden spoon  (Extended Version - Mix 2025) & Video Link

MOONJUICE🤘🎸⚡ Everett MA 


All Music Written By:

*Scott Burton (Guitar)
*Mike Wiley (Bass)
*Cameron McGowan (Vocals)
*Paulo DeSousa (Drums)


Email: MoonJuiceXCVI@Gmx.Com

WARNING: Unauthorized use of this band's music & imagery without explicit consent from ALL writers and creators  is strictly prohibited. This includes reproduction, distribution, or commercial use. Violators may face legal action. 

All Music Recorded @ XCVI.


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